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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 82. I gotta do something.
The timber yard is, as expected, a complete wreck.“Oh, Lord,” I find myself muttering as soon as we get out of the truck we’d taken to come to town, “how on earth did everything burn?”“This does not look like it was an accident, no sir,” Oliver murmurs next to me, eyes wide and unblinking as they take in the wreckage, “this is deliberate. No way something this huge began with some electrical failure. No wonder everyone is blaming arsonists.”There are a lot of people milling around the wreckage of the timberyard. Smoke still curls up from some of the blackened, charred logs, and there is an entire section marked divided away with yellow tapes and with cops guarding it, which was still smoldering. The flames had gone out, but it was going to take at least four more days for the fires to go down completely. The whole environment is unbearably hot and breathing the ash and smoke-filled air is so difficult.We are not allowed to wander into the zone of destruction, of course. So, we jus
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir My first investment.
“Jace, what the hell!” Oliver squawked, “you can't actually be thinking about going through with this!”It has been three days since the Falenridge timberyard had been burnt to cinders. By now, the embers had cooled and blackened, and the yellow tape was removed so the cleaning process could begin. The police were still investigating the grounds of the crime scene, and so far, they had figured out that the fire was manmade, and whoever started it used a copious amount of gasoline to set the material on fire. However, the extent of the damage was too much for just gasoline to make in such a short time, so the police were investigating what other things could possibly set such a large-scale fire to the timber yard.Of course, when I first talked about my idea to buy the destroyed place, Coraline and Oliver had brushed it off. There were other things to take care of, such as our own construction site. After hanging around and offering our thoughts and regards to Paul and the rest of the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 84. A gift.
The plan was good to go. After some negotiating with my father as well as Gerald and discussing all our ideas, our thoughts, and feelings regarding this venture, my father deemed that starting one more project in the same area would not be too much of a problem.“The tourist attractions in the area surrounding Falenridge had been improving over the years,” he’d said, “and after a poll conducted this year, it was revealed that the accommodations in the area are not enough for the tourist inflow that is said to happen in the next set of years. And the idea of getting Falenridge a business hotel is not without merit.”I have to admit that I was half-worried that my father would insist that I stay here and manage that hotel as well rather than come home. It was unfounded because we were both aware that I had to return to the city as soon as summer ended because I still had two years to finish at the university and I had no hopes of being a dropout.“This isn’t a decision I’m taking lightl
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 85. Not anymore.
The young man who regards me from near the cashier’s stand in the Mountain treasures gift shop, glaring at me with unabashed hostility is someone who had accompanied Marty the nightguard and Paul the manager the day I had been accused of being a delinquent trying to break into the timber yard. I remember his face faintly as it looked at the scene with disdain while I was shoved into a police car to be taken and imprisoned. After the whole fiasco with the timber yard, meeting Paul’s son and now the power, I’d begun to think that the vandalism accusation incident was behind me.But judging by the thousand-megawatt glare I was receiving, it seemed to be unlikely.Crap.“What are you doing here?” The blond-haired grey eyed young man hisses, taking a step away from me.“Seeing as I’m in a gift shop, it has to be obvious,” I can’t help but reply, “I’m here to buy an item in order to gift it to someone.”I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to narrow more, but I’m proven wrong.“Reall
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 86. Getting hints.
“Look man, I know you hate my guts for some made-up reason, and by the way, you look mighty stupid for it, but this is too much,” I growl, “I’m not here to pick a fight with anyone. God knows I’ve got enough of those in my life, and I’m not looking for more in the near future. So, if you could please ring that thing up for me and let me pay for it, I’ll be on my way home and you can go on with your job.”“Uh-huh, and you mean to tell me that you got enough funds to buy a $900 snow globe?” the young man who was starting to become the bane of my existence snorts, “yeah right.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, making sure that my voice is calm and even. If he was insisting on being an immature idiot, I should be the grown-up here, lest we would end up fighting over the counter like a couple of kids.“Look at you, man!” he says, flailing his hand at me. “You look like some kind of a hobo who just woke up from sleeping at a park bench. How on earth can you afford something like this?
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 87. Hobo? No way!
The woman wears a shirt with the logo ‘Mountain treasures’ printed on it and a pair of blue-washed jeans. Her hair is piled on the top of her head in a ponytail and her eyes are framed by clunky glasses. She looks about the same age as Oliver is and looks from Craig back to me with an expression of acute confusion.“Ma’am,” before Craig can get a word in, I say, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jace Greyson, and I’m the manager at the hunting lodge construction project going on in the mountains.”“You’re a what now?” The young man, Craig squeaks.“Um, okay, hello, Mr. Greyson,” The woman replied, tilting her head in puzzlement, “I’m Carrie, and my husband owns this store. What seems to be the issue here?”“He's lying to you, Miss!” Craig finds his footing, “I saw him for the first time at the timber yard, he was arrested for trying to break in and trespassing. Marty and Paul themselves called the police. He’s in cahoots with the criminals who set fire to the timber yard, and
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 88. Everything hurts.
There is a pain in my head that seems to be searing, and the moment I gain consciousness I feel a moan of pain wreck out from my lips.What….What the hell?It’s a battle to open my eyes, it feels like someone has glued them shut. There is a ringing in my ear that makes my head hurt like it’s being crushed, and my head is too heavy for me to hold upright. There’s pain…pain all over my body like I’d gotten beaten up. My mouth is as dry as sawdust, and I cough, my throat painful before forcing my eyelids to open.It’s dark. Wherever I am, it’s frighteningly dark, not unlike the night.And my head hurts so very much.What happened to me? The last thing I remember is driving from the town back to the construction site and seeing a tree that had fallen across the road barring my journey. I remember getting out of my car in order to investigate and see if there was any way I could move the tree on my own. I remember feeling strange because for some reason it felt like the wind has stopped r
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 89. Leave
They light a match and then they light a lap from it. It’s an old kerosene lamp, used for so long that the glass is covered in soot and black. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such things being used in the present day, only in movies and in museums. The lights burn my sensitive eyes, and I crush them shut for a moment. For some reason, the movement makes my headache even more severe, and I have to bite my lips to hold back a groan.“Shit, chief,” says the voice that broke the silence, “I think he’s worse off than we thought.”“Fuck,” another voice replies, sounding frustrated, “well, we can’t have him like that. How severe do you think is the wound?”“It’s still bleeding.”I open my eyes slowly, letting them assimilate to the light. But before I could register the scene in front of me, I find myself asking the men, “who…who are you?”My vision is blurry, but I can make out two human-shaped blobs in front of me. They both seem to be of the same height, and their faces are covered with some
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